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Nero West

A outsider who commonly is known for his dark and brooding clothing

0 · 147 views · located in The magical island of Avalon.

a character in “Avalon University”, as played by Dementedsoul20


Nero is a 21 year old and always has some sort of black, draping clothing over his physique. Underneath his trench coat or sagging clothing pieces is a scrawny man, body covered with burns and scars from past experiences. He wears a hood or black ball cap with aviators on. Black, hardened work boots cover his feet and leather bike gloves cover his callused hands.


Coming from an abusive lifestyle, he had learned to keep quiet. From his abusive house, to his threatening teachers, to finally his constantly moody ex, he has lived a life of quiet solitude. Even though he lacks the charismatic nature to attract friends, all the quiet has only built up his creativity in his mind. In his mind constantly bubbles a cauldron of creative juices, only waiting to be poured out on paper or sung across his favorite Fender acoustic guitar.


He carries around a Zippo a deceased friend gave him for sentimental value, a old pocket watch from his grandfather, and a four in collapsible knife he constantly carries along. If he misses one of these items, his paranoia sets in, sending him into almost violent and destructive tangents.


Growing up in a defiled home, full of drunkenness and abuse, he found one place that was peaceful for him. A resounding silence that he could be where no one would judge him. It was the local baptist church a mile away from his house. Every day after school, he would hide out and listen to the wonderful sermons and find his inner peace while his inebriated parents partied at his house. He would stay there for a few hours until he knew they were passed out, then decide to go trek home.

One day, when praying at the alter and waiting for the next inspirational speaker, he was hit with a blinding light, coming through the colored glass stained window. The light was so magnificent and bright, it nearly burned his flesh. It wasn't the sunlight, but something much more divine and otherworldly. He screamed for help, but since it was the intermission between sermons, no one was around. He rolled away from the light and laid still, feeling the burnt skin on his face and picking away the dead skin.

Once someone finally returned, he thought they would be surprised by the way he looked, but they simply asked if he needed help back to his pew. They didn't even seem to notice his burnt and torn flesh. That's when he noticed the skin he was just picking off moments ago was completely flawless. Not even a pimple pop mark was left. Since that day, he had an innate ability to sense and heal organic pain around him. Whether it be a mental ailment or broken limbs, he would simply lie his hands on it, and they would be healed.

So begins...

Nero West's Story